Date: Tue, 26 May 2009 11:14:36 EDT
From: Writersinterlude@aol.com
Subject: The storm inside and out
The storm inside and out. Copyright Alex Carr.2009
Those horny memories flash back as I think of helping Ned in his allotment
with the reward of his gorgeous cock deep inside me. I remember as we
toiled on his patch doing the Autumn dig (Ned was as particular about that as
he was in finding the right position to fuck me - it all had to be done
properly, spade pressed right into the ground and the soil thoroughly turned
over - and with each level turned over I had to scramble with the
wheelbarrow, shovel up some dung from the compost heap, and tip it into the trench,
spreading it along the line ready to cover up with the next dig. Once I was
having a problem lifting the handles of the wheelbarrow having filled it
too much, feeling a helping hand behind me I felt the shove of Ned's heavy
crutch press into me at the back as he helped me lift it. It was good sign
that as soon as we had finished the job in hand he would have a really stiff
one for me. All to do was to hurry up and finish the dig and then Ned
would be digging me, and how! I remember on one particular occasion though how
I ached for him, trouble was there was still a good hours work to do. I
guess I prayed for the rain storm which quickly brewed up in the western
skies, knowing that we would have to dash into the allotment hut and he would
be serving me the goods.
What a wonderful day that was, the storm persisted for nigh on the whole
morning - and so did Ned, the spanking, sucking , licking and fucking was all
part of the wonderful relationship I had built up with Ned and for an
older man he could pull out all the tricks and with the zest of an adolescent,
which I was at the time. -sweet eighteen and in my full prime sharing with
him the joys and thrills of mutual pre-fucking - all that entailed, like
the tasting, the sniffing - all that at one time had seemed abhorrent was now
delicious, fantastic as I savoured the taste of his ripe cock in my mouth,
rolling its head with my tongue as its tip found his p-hole, my taste buds
frantic for the taste of that, the utter feel of it as I tantalised and
teased it, sucking it all up deeply until I felt his pre-cum spurt into my
throat, sucking and licking it all up, feeling it slide down my throat, that
so wonderfully warm and comforting sensation, the feeling of being wanted
and the pleasure of giving was absolutely out of this world.
Then a bonus, that frantic storm outside, matching the storm of our fucking
inside, the thunder, the lightning and the sound of the rain and
hailstones pelting down on the roof, all combined to make it a most exhilarating and
remembered session with Ned, the very atmosphere of that morning was
electric, the sound of the storm so loud I couldn't hear Ned's grunting and
moaning as he got his cock up inside me, working me this way and that as his
big hands tightened on my hips, holding me steady as he pumped me in several
directions, feeling my hole stretch and rebound as his long thick cock
gave it the full works.
As the storm grew so did his fuck, my ass cheeks were numb as he feverishly
spanked me as he fucked, each time he leant back before the next deep
sensual trust , his hand came down heavy against my cheek, first the right,
then the left as he changed hands, later he'd cane me over the bench I knew
that, it was painful yet heaven with Ned, I just wanted to be all ass for him
and all that meant full package -then the nudging and the squeezing of my
cock, his balls hanging low and firm, slapping against my well spanked ass
cheeks as he thrust in and out like a wild thing.
When he came it was strong like the storm outside, he stood up, yelled at
me to turn from my bent over position over the bench, I knew what to expect,
and went for it, his heavy cock still pulsing as I took it at the base and
planted it fully into my mouth to suck away the residue of his rich creamy
spunk, the taste divine, still ripe after the fuck, still spurting some as
I drew it deep into my throat, squeezing those heavy balls I had just felt
his slapping me behind, licking and exploring as the storm continued.
"Over the bench again, lad" he yelled wanting me again, the persistence
of my sucking and licking having turned him on again, next thing I felt the
delicious feel of his mouth and tongue working the back of my balls and
hole, then the licking as he really drove me insane just wanting the full
length of his cock up inside again - like another storm within a storm hen
pumped me again and again until my hole was sore and numb, his fuck was as
strong as the storm and then - the calm, the rain, the hailstones stopped and
the sun came out, we both lay there exhausted.
"Think we will give finishing the dig a miss today, Pete lad" said Ned. "
It's be much too wet and messy to do any more.".
He was referring to the ground outside of course, but equally he could
have meant my well fucked ass. But that didn't mean he would want nothing more
of me that day. "Get your tight jeans back on, lad - you know how I like
you bent over in those."
He wasn't wrong there and soon, there I was stretched fully across the
bench, a cushion beneath my front to raise my feet off the ground, my ass
perched up so high for his pleasure, "now which one today," he mumbled feeling
for the several canes of all sizes hanging there in the hut. He grabbed
one, bent it, it had a good spring to it and I knew I was going to get a real
beating, you'd think that by having jeans on would dull the sting, no way,
it more contained it, spread the feeling across my hind. I knew as soon as
he started to size my bum cheeks up, just slight taps of he cane, that he
would soon come down on me relentlessly and I would end up with the cane
marks inscribed over both cheeks, of course I had to down my jeans afterwards
to display the result of his pleasure, and then he'd massage in some
soothing cream which was a real treat to behold after that beating, it was again
something between Ned and I that we both thoroughly enjoyed - and he'd also
give me a wonderful slow cock suck afterwards just to show there were no
hard feelings, and he made it last and last by grasping my cock at the base,
then when he was ready to receive my loads over his face he'd let go the
grasp and I came with a huge spurt, drenching him with it. What a perfect
end to a good morning in allotment hut and I will always remember there was
no one afterwards, quite like the late Ned Barker.
And I can still experience the feel of him up my ass. Memories divine.